You sent your secretary to tell her that?

Tell him, tell the doctor you gave Granny my message.

Let her tell me.

Tell her no more doctoring?

Now get up there and tell her.

Did you tell Granny to stop practicing medicine?

Granny, that's what I'm trying to tell you.

Well, Mr. Drysdale says to tell you... Yes?

Grouchy, grab your coat and get your hat.

Gesso, you call Mr. Drysdale at his bank, and you tell him to send over your Uncle Jed's $35 million right away.

Mayor, I... Your Honor.

Your patients are waiting.

Take your shoes off.

Now remember your Hippocratic oath?

Here, let me see your foot.

Of all places, on your head.

Say, yours is coming along just fine.

Now, go back to your own office.

Get your cotton-picking meat hooks off my arm.

You'd like to have your hair back, wouldn't you?